There were at least 4 rats in my garden shed. So yesterday, I set up the rat trap with a piece of bread. This morning there was a little vermin in it. It was really tiny.
Around 2pm, I sat by my room window and looked out introspectively. Because the electricity was cut off and I already read the newspaper. Then I saw my neighbor, Daniel fooling about outside. So he came over and played with the pup. But the bitch-mother-dog didn't like him. Was barking a lot, so we decided to put her in the front garden while he messed with Bret.
Then I remembered, the rat was in the cage-trap in front. So I ran back there and found the bitch-mother-dog harassing it. Bret and Hector managed to sneak in front as well. Suddenly the rat got panicked by the 3 dogs and squeezed out of the cage. It was THAT tiny.
Anyway, long story short:
Dead rat, followed by, the dead rat funeral procession:
Which involved scooping it up on a rake and tossing it outside.
After all that rat-killing madness, my back started to ache. Which is probably because I didn't read the safety instructions on the chair I use for my PC:
Yeah, I still don't understand what that means.
Tiger pics time.
After 2 hours of disassembling the tracks, turret and side skirts, 6 hours of paint scraping, 10 minutes of paint buying, 3 hours of repainting, 2 hours of decal laying, I finally got this:
One decent Hi-res picture(with the M4 Sherman next to it)
And one decent Lo-res picture.
Don't make fun of my bed sheets, concentrate on the paint job.
And by decent, I mean I doesn't quite show how bad I messed up.
Picking a Tiger for my first attempt was a big mistake. The M4 Sherman proved quite easy.
And, the M26 Pershing that I'm buying next is bound to be as easy to construct. Because, at the time American tanks were known for how practical they were, and how easy it was to mass produce them.
The German ones were known for being superior in almost every way(except for the fact that they consumed tonnes of fuel and had a few engineering hiccups when they first came out).
I really have to thank Bryan Yong, Dana, and Jackson for getting me interested in war machines. But I have no idea where they are, even though they're just a phone call away.
I guess that's just me. I mean seriously, I don't call people unless I need an answer right there and then. Stupid trait I picked up from my dad.
Ok. That's all I guess. My xbox is reassembled, but tonight will probably be Sims 3. Tomorrow, maybe I'll get this awesome looking game called Prototype
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